Some of them are, I'm warning you, pretty weak, but the palindromes are magnificent.
A dog, a plan, a canal: pagoda.
A man, a plan, a canal: Panama.
A new order began, a more Roman age bred Rowena.
A tin mug for a jar of gum, Nita.
A Toyota. Race fast, safe car. A Toyota.
Able was I ere I saw Elba.
Animal loots foliated detail of stool lamina.
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna.
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Are we not pure? "No sir!" Panama's moody Noriega brags. "It is garbage!" Irony dooms a man; a prisoner up to new era.
As I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Barge in! Relate mere war of 1991 for a were-metal Ernie grab!
Bombard a drab mob.
Bush saw Sununu swash sub.
Cain: a maniac.
Cigar? Toss it in a can. It is so tragic.
Daedalus: nine. Peninsula: dead.
Dammit, I'm mad!
Delia saw I was ailed.
Denim axes examined.
Dennis and Edna sinned.
Depardieu, go razz a rogue I draped.
Desserts, I stressed!
Did I draw Della too tall, Edward? I did?
Do good? I? No! Evil anon I deliver. I maim nine more hero-men in Saginaw, sanitary sword a-tuck, Carol, I -- lo! -- rack, cut a drowsy rat in Aswan. I gas nine more hero-men in Miami. Reviled, I (Nona) live on. I do, O God!
Doc, note I dissent: a fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Drat Saddam, a mad dastard!
Draw, O coward!
Draw pupil's lip upward.
Ed, I saw Harpo Marx ram Oprah W. aside.
Eva, can I stab bats in a cave?
Evil did I dwell; lewd I did live.
Gateman sees name, garageman sees name tag.
Go hang a salami; I'm a lasagna hog.
Goldenrod-adorned log.
Golf? No sir, prefer prison-flog.
Harass sensuousness, Sarah.
I roamed under it as a tired, nude Maori.
Laminated E.T. animal.
Lay a wallaby baby ball away, Al.
Lepers repel.
Let O'Hara gain an inn in a Niagara hotel.
Live not on evil.
Lived on Decaf; faced no Devil.
Lonely Tylenol.
Ma is a nun, as I am.
Ma is as selfless as I am.
Madam, I'm Adam.
Madam in Eden, I'm Adam.
Marge lets Norah see Sharon's telegram.
May a moody baby doom a yam.
Meet animals; laminate 'em.
Mr. Owl ate my metal worm.
Murder for a jar of red rum.
Never odd or even.
No, Mel Gibson is a casino's big lemon.
No cab, no tuna nut on bacon.
No lemon, no melon.
No sir -- away! A papaya war is on.
On a clover, if alive, erupts a vast, pure evil; a fire volcano.
Party boobytrap.
Poor Dan is in a droop.
Reviled did I live, said I, as evil I did deliver.
Rise to vote, sir.
Saw tide rose? So red it was.
Senile felines.
So many dynamos!
Some men interpret nine memos.
Stab nail at ill Italian bats.
Stack cats.
Stella won no wallets.
Step on no pets.
Stop! Murder us not, tonsured rumpots!
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts.
T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad. I'd assign it a name: gnat dirt upset on drab pot-toilet.
Tarzan raised Desi Arnaz' rat.
Ten animals I slam in a net.
Too bad I hid a boot.
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Wonder if Sununu's fired now.
Won't I panic in a pit now?
Won't lovers revolt now?
Yo, banana boy!
Yo, Bob! Mug o' gumbo, boy!
Yo, bottoms up! (U.S. motto, boy.)
POST-SCRIPT. Like the success of my book, this doesn't want to happen, so head-bashing is useless indeed, unless I wish to become a rampant alcoholic who lives for the advent of Happy Hour. And I've had enough of that. But I have tried to piece it back together after a large chunk of it just disappeared, along with the last gif which I retrieved from the garbage, i. e. the recycle bin.
Wondering about the last gif, the palindrome? Oh OK, this is OTTO Klemperer. Father of Werner Klemperer, who played Colonel Klink on Hogan's Heroes. We were sitting in a symphony concert back in the '60s, and my Dad said, "Look, there he is." "Who?" "There's Klink." He was right, but we didn't speak with him, too cowed by his greatness.
Wondering about the last gif, the palindrome? Oh OK, this is OTTO Klemperer. Father of Werner Klemperer, who played Colonel Klink on Hogan's Heroes. We were sitting in a symphony concert back in the '60s, and my Dad said, "Look, there he is." "Who?" "There's Klink." He was right, but we didn't speak with him, too cowed by his greatness.
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