Original Palindromes Alphabetical

Er, can even AWOL Peewee plow an even acre?

Ere he bit, Elliott to ill ET: “I be here.”

Ere held no fire, woman (or a mom?) raffles elf farm, Omar, on a mower I fondle here.

Ere held, nubile Mel I bundle here.

Ere he nodded, “Done here!”

Ere Hera, Enid and Nadine are here!

Ere he rewrote me, we met or were here.

Ere he rot, Sam Ally ran a canary/llama store here.

Ere hot decals erode, I fit a rotten net to ratified ores laced to here.

“Er, eh, scram Mom—Marc’s here!”

Ere hypocrisies or poses are in, my hymn I erase; so prose I, Sir, copy here.

Ere verses, I rises revere.

Ere we nine were here, Gere, here we nine were!

Ere we were here, we were.

Ere we were heroes, a base ore here, we were.

Ergo, I to Nero Gore, “Not I, ogre!”

Ergo, naming is a sign I’m an ogre.

Er . . . go nasal, interpret Nissan as an ass, interpret nil as an ogre.

Er, go on, trap Steven in, I say. Me oh my. Nor can an "air" bee sew. We see, Brian. An acronym? Hoe my asinine vet's part? No, ogre.

Er…if amiable Dee’s in aniseed, Elba, I’m afire!

Er…I fondle her as late petals are held—no fire.

Erin is in ire.

Er—I slap a Polish silo, papal Sire!

Er—I smash Tom’s moth, Sam, Sire.

Er, Israel clears ire

Er, is Reno Greg no longer “goner,” Sire?

E-robotmail: “I am to bore.”

Erode vet’s stevedore.

“Eros’ eye sore?”

Eros saw Aviva was sore.