Original Palindromes Oldest

“O Gold Eyes” eyed logo.

“O, got testosterone tenor (E.T.) sot—set to go!”

“O, got to go!”

O, got to, got to…got to go!

O, got ya—way too sooty a way to go.

O grab me, Emil, a lime embargo!

O gracile deer, fan a free deli cargo.

O gym siren, rub a gel on it: a latino leg—a burner!—is my go.

O, had I deified Idaho..!

Noter of Pam’s age irons Noriega’s map for Eton.

O, had I drawn on ward, Idaho!

“Notes erase it,” I contrast, “it’s art no cities are set on.”

Notified on a note, I diet on a node I fit on.

Noting, I sign it on.

“Nova” El cottons not to, Cleavon.

Now a gloat: tell Etta Olga won.

Now, a Jose Padilla’s all I’d ape, so jaw on.

Now a mall llama won.

Now, a “retirement ne merit” era won!

Now a sign is open, I manipulate men; I mine metal up in a mine; posing, I saw on.

Now a sleeve Elsa won.

Now air ads: Daria won!

Now an intrepid lab I raged in, snide Garibaldi, pert Nina won.

Now Ang Lee sees eel gnaw on.

Now arise; I do ogle, Ma, camel goodies Ira won.

Now as an ample hot swap-seller of soil of sad lots, a witness to dire prose, I burned a leg amid image-laden rubies, or peridots, sent, I was told, as folios for Elle’s paws to help man a saw on.

Now as an eye sees, “eye NASA” won.

Now Bob’s ass I kiss as Bob won.

Now De Sade’s arena organist castrated a jade tart’s acts in a groan erased as Ed won.

Now Deb I, Greg, (golf flogger gibed) won.