Original Palindromes Lacitebahpla

Time his ad as I hem it.

Tim Egerton paws mirror, Rena: an error—rim-swap, not re-gem it!

Tim, Edna, nose roses. Abide, Jedi. Base sore son and emit.

“Timed, lo, time emits time, Em!” I told Em it.

Tim, Dan acts if I cap a sap, as a pacifist can admit.

“Tim—bust, submit!”

Tim busted a cadet: “submit!”

“Tim, business Elton did, did not lessen” I submit.

Tim Burton did not rub mit.

Tim, as demanded, named Sam “it.”

Tim, Arch, to be sure peruse both, cram it.

Tilt cap, I had a loud duo, lad—a hip act lit!

‘Til nude yet, can Angie feign an act eyed unlit?

Till it ’til lit!

Till it O Toro; rototill it!

Til lips spill, Lana, can all lips spill it?

‘Til liking is a sign I tamed a mix I made, mating is a sign I kill it.

‘Til less rot I deliver, evil editors sell it.

Tiles run apart as saps pass a trap a nurse lit.

Til aide waste let irony, sir, copy hypocrisy, no rite lets awe dial it.

Tight era: zany trades, Ira, ’til I’m a militarised arty Nazareth git.

Tie ye it.

Tie us, sir, or issue it!

“Tie?” taipans snap, “I ate it!”

Ties—old Edna and Ed lose it…

Tie rows to canine men if fine men in a cot swore it.

Tie, nod, Eve… we’ve done it!

Tie mitts in a task coma; tell Liz I’ll let a mock satanist time it.

Tie man did name it.

Tie it to node: most eye doctors rot code yet some do not tie it.