Original Palindromes Lacitebahpla

Sonic cup packs I revive risk cappuccinos.

Sonic aplasia is Al Pacino’s.

“Son,” I blast, ”it’s albinos!”

“Son,” I blast, “cart-taxes, sex attracts albinos!”

Son, I blame dem albinos.

Son, exfoliate tail of xenos!

So, nets struck Curt’s stenos?

So, nets pullup stenos?

So, nets puff up stenos?

So, nets laud dual stenos?

So, nets gag stenos?

So, nets fool aloof stenos?

So, nets demand named stenos?

So, nets bar drab stenos?

So need a metal potato plate made, Enos?

So near, one man I name, Nora: Enos.

Son, Asia pondered, now I wondered, no paisanos.

“Sonar, post Sopranos!”

Sonar possesses sopranos.

Sonar poseurs rue sopranos.

Sonar poses use sopranos.

Son, antihero nor iron ore hit nanos.

Son, a more Tibetan game: Estella, mewler rabid, I barrel, we mallet, see magnate bite Romanos.

So must a few drawers reward we fat sumos?

So, must a damsel bury my rubles, mad at sumos?

So mussel-gnawed art trades run, my gym-nursed art trade wangles sumos.

So miled, I ride limos.

Sometimes moms emit emos.

So, metaverses rev at emos.

Some patisserie heiress: “I tap emos!”