Original Palindromes Oldest

Won’t I, merely tsar of red Rumania, grab roses or bargain a murder for a style remit now?

Won’t I move disaster frets aside, vomit now?

Won’t I pop it now?!

Won’t I pull a bat up, if I put a ball up it, now?

Won’t I repaper, repaper it now?

“Won’t I taste genocide, master?” frets a medic, “one gets at it now.”

Won’t I use jam if I’m a Jesuit now?

Won’t I Xerox a fax or exit now?

Won’t Ida, eh, head it now?

Won’t last sighs also slash gist salt now?

Won’t local apparel like kilts—oh, ghostlike killer!—appal a colt now?

Won’t Lucy ads’ mood assess a doomsday cult now?

Won’t Nat sideline, senile, distant now?

Won’t Neil assert nectar at a rat centre’s salient now?

Won’t Neil call a Walla Walla client now?

Won’t Neil lube Mai’s ass as I am ebullient now?

Won’t Nero rent now?

Won’t net operators agree beer/gas/rot are potent now?

Won’t Net-inept egrets in a canister get penitent now?

Won’t one spy, L.A. cop, assess Apocalypse Now, as I saw one spy, L.A. cop, assess Apocalypse Not Now?

Won’t Paganini nag apt now!

Won’t pews fill if swept now?

Won’t Radio Nara prefer paranoid art now?

Won’t Rafi fart now?

Won’t rat saga start now?

“Won’t reverses revert now!”

“Won’t reverse sir, a live,” demanded a faded name, “devil arises, revert now!”

Won’t Rose redial Ed at Adelaide resort now?

Won’t salt last now?

Won’t senators rot a nest now?