Yell, “a racecar!” O, the dog, live?
Ma, I (xoxo) beer/pot!
We went far.
A dog’s eye!
Me, open as a…
Mined, peed.
St. Nap was deified!
Mar, even if I am all mad, I’m a lasagna ho!
Era? Ew.
Fine position.
On, on, on, and on
Raw DNA
Red Rover, sleep
May won
TSA: Era Obama
I fleed ur rude elf.
I am a boar.
East… now!
Yam peels
Rev,
Order and war.
No DNA!
No, no, no!
No, it is open if we are.
O, hang a salami!
Dam llama!
If I never am deified,
Saw pants: deep denim.
A sane poem eyes God.
A raft! New? Ew!
Top reebox,
Ox, I am evil.
God!
Eh…
To Racecar alley!
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Poetry: A 121 Word Palindrome Poem, Whose Number of Words is also a Palindrome
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Hannah Morrison • Sep 8, 2019 at 1:12 pm
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