(updated, roughly, monthly)
Most of these Recent Submissions are the ‘sensible, single sentence palindromes’ I cull from the Reddit palindrome site. But, direct submissions are always welcome!
To submit palindrome sentence(s) email to: timiimit@mockok.com
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“I am media space cap,” said Emma, “I!”
Set A: Luca jet arrow, or rat ejaculates.
(507) 7-21-24
Orb of nine moons is no omen info, bro.
Rise, Sir Starmer: a harem rat’s rise, Sir.
Sad Idaho OP must sell at tallest sum Pooh Adidas.
(1) 7-21-24
Tino, sail had dahlias on it!
(200) 7-21-24
No votes re VA miss I’m averse to, Von
(144) 7-21-24
A nude man’s named, Una?
Bolivian, redo my Moderna IV I lob.
Cal, I miss Similac.
“Codec art I Xerox, or exit race, Doc.”
Dalek, able to motel-bake lad?
Dame Nog’s gone mad.
Dee, we KO Ms. to not smoke weed.
Dora tidied — or I rode Iditarod!
Drapes reverse, pard!
Duck nips pink cud.
Ed, I redo to deride.
Egad, Lot set to not test old age?
Emote, “I let a fate lie to me.”
Ha, is semen A for profane Messiah?
He must save vast sum, eh?
Lie now to two, Neil.
Ma, damage dobros or bodega madam!
“Modless simps,” I lisp, “miss seldom.”
Mods I weld in idle wisdom.
“Namaste, spud!” upsets a man.
Ned, I at last salt Aiden.
Nell, afar, bet I cite ‘bra-fallen’.
No man nicely grasps argyle cinnamon.
No stew wet son.
No, pansy-ass says “Nap on!”
Nude gal I snog on silaged UN!
Paradise, Kamala, makes Ida rap!
Parcel is new ensile crap.
Pee killed a dell I keep.
Put, i.e., “Dame made it up!”
Red Ron, a WASP, saw an order.
Rod never upset a fate’s pure vendor.
Rum I tote to Timur.
Set a rake he karates.
Smut-certify fit rectums!
Spin topside, Ned, I spot nips!
Stamp on I/O coin-op mats?
Stun (odd-looking) is a sign I KO old donuts.
“Testify my ass!” say my ‘fit’ set.
Tip rat at a tarpit.
To last, film lifts a lot.
Walter fret law.
(423) 7-16-24
Anne, I’ve esotericist’s ultra art lust [sic], ire, to see Vienna.
Ha, owned, noob: a boozy Nita nixes sex in a tiny zoo baboon den–woah!
I take cars to Iditarod; never a car bra care vendor at idiots’ race, Kati.
No panic, it situates purer upset; autistic, I nap on.
Sir, a pre-voyage med, ample help, made me gay over Paris.
Sit, Argyll acolyte, I plan an anal piety locally, gratis.
Yawn, redo maniac ire — make ‘em meek, America, in a modern way.
(530) 7-16-24
“Swap god for a janitor rot in a jar of dog paws?”
(470) 7-16-24
Are hot sops POS to Hera?
Eva, can I pop my gymmy gym pop in a cave? (Eva, can I poop my gymmy gym poop in a cave?)
(459) 7-16-24
Startle me: melt rats!
(429) 7-16-24
“Deb, believe—veil ebbed!”
LA, I rot: Rasta, fat, sartorial!
“No deltoid in a spa Zorro zaps!” an idiot led on.
“Note: Legacy sat, scenic in ecstasy!” Cage let on.
Sail had dahlias.
Sit-in it is!
Tenrec costs a last soccer net!
Tie no bow–two bone it!
(394) 7-16-24
Buttress Ed’s dessert tub?
Lee (hothead nut) ordered rotunda, eh, to heel!
No slob muddle, he (Fink?) struck now at one dude (not a wonk), Curt’s knife held–dumb Olson!