Palindromes

Mad? Am I, madam?
Madam in Eden, I’m Adam.
mad Adam
No miss, it is Simon.
No misses ordered roses, Simon.
No mists or frost, Simon.
Yawn a more Roman way
Yawn. Madonna Fan? No damn way
Yawn, redo man in a modern way.
Sex at noon taxes.
Red rum, sir, is murder.
Sex attendees seed net taxes.
Red root put up to order.
Red rum, eh? ‘Twas I saw the murder.
No sign, in evening, is on.
No trace; not one carton.
No word, no bond; row on.

Now, the fun is done, read them from right to left and heard the song again.

Author: Glenn Hefley

Writer, Novelist, Researcher -- Most of my writing in Fiction are thrillers. @glennhefley on Twitter

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