Original Palindromes Oldest

DA Moss is so mad!

Damn, Ed, I am a maiden mad!

Design abuses Ubangis, Ed.

Do gall Ike when, eh, we kill a god.

“Do get a reb!” I berate God.

Do mama if I am a mod.

Do toss a lasso, Tod.

Eli fed ewes odd dose we defile.

EU grain is a sin, I argue.

He sang “O Lob My Gym Bolognas,” eh?

He saw a Jedi hide Jawas, eh?

I assess AI.

I hiss “Agassi-hi!”

Ian, redo modern AI!

If I feel fit, I flee Fifi.

In I trample, hot to help Martini!

Leno locks a man in a mask, Colonel.

Maisel, an opus: “Tits up - on ales I am.”

Mate, metadata date met AM!

Nail-like, Tom smote Killian.

Nell, use bots to be sullen.

No leftist’s rube burst, “Sit, felon!”

Not sure when, eh, we rust on.

Now as I stab bats, I saw on.

Nurse made dames run!

O, gay Aden oiled a deli one day ago!

Pantone made dame not nap.

Paste wet sap?

Pure evil ward did drawl, “I veer up!”

Put, “I must sum it up.”