“D” Palindromes

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Daedalus: nine. Peninsula: dead.
Dammit, I’m mad!
Decaf and DNA faced.
Dee saw a seed.
Degas, are we not drawn onward, no? In union, drawn onward to new eras aged?
Delia saw I was ailed.
Denim axes examined.
“Dennis and Edna dine,” said I, as Enid and Edna sinned.
Dennis and Edna sinned.
Dennis sinned.
Dennis, Eve saw Eden if as a fine dew, as Eve sinned.
Dennis, Nell, Edna, Leon, Nedra, Anita, Rolf, Nora, Alice, Carol, Leo, Jane, Reed, Dena, Dale, Basil, Rae, Penny, Lana, Dave, Denny, Lena, Ida, Bernadette, Ben, Ray, Lila, Nina, Jo, Ira, Mara, Sara, Mario, Jan, Ina, Lily, Arne, Bette, Dan, Reba, Diane, Lynn, Ed, Eva, Dana, Lynne, Pearl, Isabel, Ada, Ned, Dee, Rena, Joel, Lora, Cecil, Aaron, Flora, Tina, Arden, Noel, and Ellen sinned.
Dentist? Sit Ned.
Depardieu, go razz a rogue I draped.
Desserts I desire not, so long no lost one rise distressed.
Desserts, I stressed!
“Desserts, sis?” (Sensuousness is stressed).
Devil never even lived.
Dial Laid
Did Hannah see bees? Hannah did.
Did I cite Operas Are Poetic? I did.
Did I do, O God, did I as I said I’d do? Good! I did.
Did I draw Della too tall, Edward? I did?
Did mom pop? Mom did.
Didi won straw warts. Now I did.
Do geese see God?
Do good? I? No! Evil anon I deliver. I maim nine more hero-men in Saginaw, sanitary sword a-tuck, Carol, I — lo! — rack, cut a drowsy rat in Aswan. I gas nine more hero-men in Miami. Reviled, I (Nona) live on. I do, O God!
Do nine men interpret? Nine men. I nod.
Do not bob to nod.
Do offer ref food.
Do, O God, no evil deed! Live on! Do good!
Doc, note, I Dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.
Dog doo? Good God!
Dog! No poop on God!
Dogma in my hymn: I am God.
Dogma: I am God
Don’t nod.
Doom mood
Dr. Awkward
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Drat Saddam! Mad dastard!
Drat such custard!
Draw Kwan awkward.
Draw nine men inward.
Draw O Caesar. Erase a coward.
Draw pupil’s lip upward.
Draw Ward
Draw, O coward!
Drawer’s reward.
Drawn onward.
Drawn, I sit; serene rest is inward.
Dubya won? No way, bud.
Dumb mud.


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