Original Palindromes Lacitebahpla

We fire, son, at no font: a no-serif—ew!

We few erase cares, Al. Laser aces are we few.

We few.

We feral, ladened, ruby burdened all, are few.

We felt rats startle few.

We felt items: teller apparel lets me title few.

We feel Ara saw a Sara Lee few.

We fax a few.

We favor ova—few!

We fanatical ilk nip nine men; in pink lilac, I tan a few.

We failed a stoner if we few fire not sad Eli a few.

We fade to melodies I recall; a cerise idol emoted a few.

We faded away, Alamo troop, ere we were poor; to Malaya waded a few.

We faded, a moped I ride pomaded a few.

We faded a few…

We‘d yen, O Honeydew!

We dye no honeydew.

We dress, or get a hot dog seller and Narelle’s god to hate grosser dew.

We draw on a Man O’War dew.

“We don’t soldier away as it’s a foot too fast,” I say, aware I’d lost no dew.

We do meta-bedlam in an animal debate, mode W!

We do Dew.

Wed not on dew!

Wed no Anna on dew!

We’d limp, mad, on no damp mildew.

We’d lime… mildew.

We display Alps I dew.

Wed honor, evil, Doc Tim: reps permit cod liver on—oh!—dew.

We deride dire dew.

We decided ore’s iron, or is eroded ice dew.