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  1. Mirage at |

    Sex at noon taxes :D

    Mad? I’m Midas.

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    1. ParusMajor at |

      You mean: “Sad, I’m Midas”? :)

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  2. em at |

    Go hang a salami, im a lasagna hog

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  3. Jim Ciscell at |

    “Able was I ere I saw Elba” Reportedly from Napoleon.

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  4. devis at |

    Do you think Napoleon really said that in the English language

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    1. Jim Ciscell at |

      No, that is why I said reportedly. Just a famous palindrome about Napoleon’s exile.

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      1. devis at |

        thank you for the reply

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  5. Clive at |

    Ten animals I slam in a net

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  6. Jason O at |

    You call the name “Emma” a palindrome in your introductory paragraph.

    Um…no. Maybe you meant to type Anna?

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    1. TopTenz Master at |

      Ugh, such an easy mistake to miss. Thanks for catching it.

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  7. James at |

    “Nurse, I spy gypsies, run!”

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  8. SLH at |

    Demetri Martin wrote a 224 word palindrome poem. It’s really pretty awesome: http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2009/02/demetri-martins-palindrome-poem.html

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  9. David Verney at |

    This is really interesting stuff. I had never really given this kind of cleverness much thought.

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  10. Dan at |

    My favorites:

    “I, man, am regal, a german am I!” (8 words 21 letters)

    I love the imagery in “oozy rat in a sanitary zoo”

    of course there’s the short and sweet warning “Egad! No Bondage!”

    and the truism, “war, sir, is raw”

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    1. TopTenz Master at |

      I’m glad I wasn’t drinking milk when I read, “Egad! No Bondage!” Otherwise it would have been coming out my nose.

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  11. David at |

    there is an entire book that is a palindrome. it’s made of over 50,000 words. its called “Satire: Veritas” by David Stephens. pretty sure that is the longest.

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  12. Terry Bigham at |

    The “never odd or even” pic comes from Weird Al Yanovich’s video for his song “Bob”. The song spoofs Bob Dylan’s “Subterranean Homesick Blues” and the video spoofs Dylan’s video. The song and video are made up of palindromes!

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  13. Hobbs at |

    If I had a Hi Fi.

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  14. Eric at |

    Demetri Martin takes the cake with the entire 224 word poem being one giant palindrome.

    Dammit I’m mad.
    Evil is a deed as I live.
    God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
    To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
    Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
    Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
    I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
    Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
    In my halo of a mired rum tin.
    I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
    Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
    No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
    Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
    Be still if I fill its ebb.
    Ew, a spider… eh?
    We sleep. Oh no!
    Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
    Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
    Both, one… my names are in it.
    Murder? I’m a fool.
    A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
    A Goddam level I lived at.
    On mail let it in. I’m it.
    Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
    A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
    Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
    “Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
    Evil is a deed as I live.
    Dammit I’m mad.

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    1. Steven Fraser at |

      Set a note- Don’t salt a burger up.
      Set a pupa in a manic ass.
      Mare slups a pupa pure, wets a pup,
      Deific, lactates in alpine moss.

      Upon a time, we fed on Agnus Dei
      Fed nude garnets, aortae, mad-eyed.
      Ah, burger – art, sacred lore – hops astray.
      Art’s asp? O, her older-cast, rare grub had

      Eyed a meat-roast enraged; undefied,
      Sung an ode few emit: an opus.
      So men, I plan, I set at calcified
      Pupa stewer, up a pupa’s pulse.

      Ram’s sac in a mania pupates.
      Pure grub at last – No! – detonates

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      1. Steven Fraser at |

        The title got lost from my sonnet:
        A palindromic sonnet from 2112 AD, in which the poet, recalling a lost, golden age of food production, attempts to cultivate a burger

        http://evillydinedragons.com/

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  15. Travis at |

    YAWN A MORE ROMAN WAY!

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