Original Palindromes Newest

To last, film lifts a lot.

Tip rat at a tarpit.

“Testify my ass!” say my ‘fit’ set.

Stun (odd-looking) is a sign I KO old donuts.

Stamp on I/O coin-op mats?

Spin topside, Ned, I spot nips!

Smut-certify fit rectums!

Set a rake he karates.

Rum I tote to Timur.

Rod never upset a fate’s pure vendor.

Red Ron, a WASP, saw an order.

Put, i.e., “Dame made it up!”

Pee killed a dell I keep.

Paradise, Kamala, makes Ida rap!

Nude gal I snog on silaged UN!

No, pansy-ass says “Nap on!”

No stew wet son.

No man nicely grasps argyle cinnamon.

Ned, I at last salt Aiden.

“Namaste, spud!” upsets a man.

Mods I weld in idle wisdom.

“Modless simps,” I lisp, “miss seldom.”

Ma, damage dobros or bodega madam!

Lie now to two, Neil.

He must save vast sum, eh?

Ha, is semen A for profane Messiah?

Emote, “I let a fate lie to me.”

Egad, Lot set to not test old age?

Ed, I redo to deride.

Duck nips pink cud.