Original Palindromes Oldest

One evades a brewer-based Aveeno.

Pa, glee had a heel gap!

Potomac, an item I met in a camo top.

Put naive deviant up.

Rum elf fits a stiff lemur.

“Seer gallops, all a day away!” a Dallas poll agrees.

Slug Omega made Rihanna hire damage moguls.

Solo stage begat… solos.

Spy lops off obese boffo’s polyps.

“Sue Dom,” says sassy Asmodeus.

Tessa, Nadia, I aid an asset.

“Tito, get, uh, car a parachute-got it?”

Turtle felt rut.

Draw ersatz silver foxes to hot sex of Rev. Liszt as reward.

Eros misuse, Jerome: noon sex, even one, vexes no one more - Jesus, I’m sore!

Fool am I, sad as I’m aloof.

“Hell!” a Vudu fan stared, “Now I wonder at snafu - Duvall, eh?”

Ma, alas, amid a hijab mob in arid Iran I bomb - a jihadi, Ma, salaam!

Mel, let Deb birth GI toot; gals traffic in a panic if farts lag, too tight-ribbed, tell ‘em!

Nosy men on sex alert relaxes none, my son.

Of a few, wondered: now, we FAFO?

Sue, Robot sex (if tired, nitro, or tinder), it fixes to bore us!

Sue, wasps awe us!

Tilth, Gina, never even a night lit.

Murmur to hag nipping a hot rum: “Rum..!”

Draw a strategy amid nature to note rut, and I may get arts award.

“I’m a relic, no ceramic, I’m so cosmic, I’m a reconciler, am I?”

Lay art roped in sadness; send a snide portrayal.

Re-do, O goddesses, bored nude radical poses; use so placid a red, under-obsessed do-gooder.

“Sex?” a fetid, dull Luddite faxes.