Original Palindromes Oldest

Won’t I await now?

Won’t I fit now?

Won’t Nessa assent now?

Won’t rats start now?

Won’t Rob abort now?

Won’t I be bit now?

Won’t I move vomit now?

Won’t I remedy poopy demerit now?

Won’t I be rare now, or grow one rare bit now?

Won’t I bedevil for a jar of live debit now?

Won’t I beg Dee: “Finks’ sarcasm lifting is a sign it films a crass knife-edge bit now?”

Won’t I belt tile notes if I set one little bit now?

“Won’t I burn acid?” I call, “It’s still acid… I can rub it now.”

Won’t I bury a seller of sex-affiliated detail if faxes for Elle say “Rub it now”?

Won’t I decide medic edit now?

Won’t I deem telepaths are not a name no one man at one rash tape let me edit now?

Won’t I deliver epee deliveries or prose I revile: deeper evil edit now?

Won’t I hit now?

Won’t I pit now?

Won’t I sit now?

Won’t I, for patents I list, net a profit now?

Won’t I get a late git now?

Won’t I have Eva hit now?

Won’t I help massive Levis’ sample hit now?

Won’t I hew some memos we hit now?

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?